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wu-tang clan - protect ya neck (bloody version) كلمات الأغنية

[intro: ol’ dirty b_st_rd & rza]
wu_tang clan coming at ya
(watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
protect ya neck, kid!
(watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
to set it off
(watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
the inspectah deck!

[verse 1: inspectah deck]
i smoke on the mic like “smokin’ joe” frazier
the h_ll_raiser, raisin’ h_ll with the flavor
terrorize the jam like troops in pakistan
swingin’ through your town like your neighborhood spider_man
so uhh, tick_tock and keep tickin’
while i get ya flippin’ off the sh_t that i’m kickin’
the lone ranger, code red, danger
deep in the dark with the art to rip the charts apart
the vandal, too hot to handlе
you battle, you’re sayin’ “goodbye” likе tevin campbell
roughneck, inspectah deck’s on the set
the rebel, i make more noise than heavy metal

[verse 2: raekwon]
the way i make the crowd go wild, sit back, relax, won’t smile
rae got it goin’ on, pal, call me the rap assassinator
rhymes rugged and built like schwarzenegger
and i’ma get mad deep like a threat
blow up your project, then take all your assets
’cause i came to shake the frame in half
with the thoughts that bomb sh_t like math
so if you wanna try to flip, go flip on the next man
’cause i grab the clip and hit ya with 16 shots and more, i got
goin’ to war with the meltin’ pot, akh
[verse 3: method man]
it’s the method man, for short mr. meth
movin’ on your left, aah!
and set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
i wanna break full, c_ck me back
small change, they puttin’ shame in the game
i take aim and blow that n_gga out the frame
and like fame my style’ll live forever
n_ggas crossin’ over, but they don’t know no better
but i do, true, can i get a “suue”
enough respect due to the one_six_ooh
i mean o, yo check out the flow
like the hudson or pcp when i’m dustin’
n_ggas off, because i’m hot like sauce
the smoke from the lyrical blunt make me _cough_

[verse 4: u_god]
ooh, what, grab my nut, get screwed
oww, here comes my shaolin style
true b_a_ba_b_y_u
to my crew with the “suuuuue”

[interlude: ol’ dirty b_st_rd & rza]
yeah, yeah, yeah (watch your step, kid)
(watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
c’mon, baby baby, c’mon, baby baby (protect ya neck)
(watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
c’mon, baby baby, c’mon
(watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid)
yo, you best protect ya neck
[verse 5: ol dirty b_st_rd]
first things first, man, you’re f_ckin’ with the worst
i’ll be stickin’ pins in your head like a f_ckin’ nurse
i’ll attack any n_gga who’s slack in his mack
come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
shame on you when you step through to
the ol’ dirty b_st_rd straight from the brooklyn zoo
and i’ll be d_mned if i let any man
come to my center, you enter the winter
straight up and down, that sh_t is packed jam
you can’t slam, don’t let me get fool on him, man
the ol’ dirty b_st_rd is dirty and stinkin’
ason unique rollin’ with the night of the creeps
n_ggas be rollin’ with a stash, ain’t sayin’ cash
bite my style, i’ll bite your motherf_ckin’ ass

[verse 6: ghostface k!llah]
for cryin’ out loud, my style is wild, so book me
not long is how long that this rhyme took me
ejectin’ styles from my lethal weapon
my pen that rocks from here to oregon
here’s more again, catch it like a psycho flashback
i love gats, if rap was a gun, you wouldn’t bust back
i come with sh_t in all types of shapes and sounds
and where i lounge is my stompin’ grounds
i give an order to my peeps across the water
to go and sn_tch up props all around the border
and get far like a shootin’ star
’cause who i are is livin’ the life of pablo escobar
point_blank as i kick the square biz
there it is, you’re f_ckin’ with pros, and there it goes
[verse 7: rza]
yo, chill with the feedback, black, we don’t need that
it’s 10 o’clock, ho, where the f_ck’s your seed at?
feelin’ mad hostile, ran the apostle
flowin’ like christ when i speaks the gospel
stroll with the holy roll, then attack the globe with the buckus style
the ruckus, ten times ten men committin’ mad sin
turn the other cheek and i’ll break your f_ckin’ chin
slayin’ boom_bangs like african drums, we’ll be
comin’ around the mountain when i come
crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment
my clan increase like black unemployment
yeah, another one dare, g_gka_g_nius
take us the f_ck outta here

[verse 8: gza]
the wu is too slammin’ for these cold k!llin’ labels
some ain’t had hits since i seen aunt mabel
be doin’ artists in like cain did abel
now they money’s gettin’ stuck to the gum under the table
that’s what you get when you misuse what i invent
your empire falls and you lose every cent
for tryna blow up a scrub
now that thought was just as bright as a 20_watt light bulb
should’ve pumped it when i rocked it
n_ggas so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
this goes on in some companies
with majors, they’re scared to death to pump these
first of all, who’s your a&r?
a mountain climber who plays an electric guitar?
but he don’t know the meanin’ of dope
when he’s lookin’ for a suit_and_tie rap
that’s cleaner than a bar of soap
and i’m the dirtiest thing in sight
matter of fact, bring out the girls, and let’s have a mud fight

[outro: rza]
you best protect ya neck
you best protect ya neck
you best protect ya neck
you best protect ya neck

- wu tang clan

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